Fast Cars and City Lights


Fast Cars and,

Spotlights swaying in the breeze.

Mundane routines and,

Robotic lives.

Running and chasing,

The end never comes.

In this whiz of tornado,

Of running and still,


Destination is,


What is it anyway?


A moments Reflection,

Shall clear all mist.

Destination is,

In our heart.

The highest frequency-

Love which is,


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